Clary," he whispered. There was a thump, and she realized he had fallen to his kees by the side of her bed. She didn't move, but her body tightened. His voice was a whisper. "Clary, it's me. It's me.

I would give you everything of myself. I would give you more in two weeks than most men would give you in a lifetime.

Henry patted Charlotte’s shoulder anxiously. “Would you like a cool cloth? What can I do to help?” “You could ride up to Yorkshire and chop that old goat’s head off.” Charlotte sounded mutinous. “Won’t that make things rather awkward with the Clave?” asked Henry. “They’re not generally very receptive about, you know, beheadings and things.

You're not gay, are you?" Simon's greenish color deepened. "If I were, I would dress better.

The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.

Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?